Lisa and William went to the kitchen and she opened the cabinets.
“Is it tea, coffee or hot chocolate?”
He shrugged.
She copied him. “That is a spasm, not a response.”
“It doesn’t matter to me.”
“What would you like to drink, William?”
“Hot chocolate,” he said, and it felt good to choose. Four years married to someone who brought out your worst could hide but ultimately not erase your best.
